#1 TOXIC SERIES
It's the typical Enemies to Lovers story, flavored by yours truly.
Raised in the same neighborhood and social circle, Minho and Hyunjin know each other far too well. Both families are well-known chaebols with deep roots in the South...
This is a whole ass Hwang chapter, the man deserves it. And don't you guys dare to hide in the comment section. I see you!
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"Get out!" My skin itched from the bubbling heat raging through my veins. I needed to get out of this car. I needed fucking air. The door slammed shut behind me, followed by a soft click coming from Lee's side, while my hand was desperately tugging at the round collar of my sweater to create some more space for my throat to get that freakishly large lump swallowed down.
Make him? My eyes flashed as I turned to see Lee leaning against my car with his arm folded against his chest, and pinned him down. He was directly talking to my inner beast. Was he aware of that? His obvious smirk was telling me he did in fact know.
It took me two big strides, chest hitting chest, and my hand back around his throat to keep Lee from going anywhere. He felt my locked-up emotions against his throat, bristling through my bones like the tail of a rattlesnake. Crying out to be released. Whispering to me like little demons. Command me to fist his hair and force him on his knees.
I let go of a shaky breath and pinched my eyes shut.
"You're playing with fire, you know that right?" I kept my eyes closed as I spoke with a hushed voice, deeply concentrated on his weirdly slow pulse thudding against the pads of my fingertips. I counted the beats to help me calm down. "So why?"
"You're an extreme contradict to yourself, you know that right?" Lee slammed the ball back into my court. "Do you even know what you want? Or is bruising my throat your thing now." My grip eased a bit when he said that and looked at him again. He was closer than expected, the depths of his brown irises filling in my vision.
"I know I am," I confessed way too easily and frowned at that. "It's not always easy to find a perfect balance."
"Fuck perfect. Who wants that?" His fingers pried my hand off him which made me flick my gaze down and watched the marks on his skin flourish into a deeper red. The visual made my heart stutter for a second.
"Kind of the whole world wants that, especially from us," I muttered.
"And since when do you ever fucking listen?" I smiled at that, surprising myself yet again with how easily he drew something out of me.
"So make you, huh?" The words were whispered against his slightly parted lips. Now that my emotions were at bay just a bit, it gave me the chance to use my brain for once. There was a big, fat WHY that wanted to be answered first. Why was he baiting me like this? He knew what taking in Yang's place meant by now. Was this his bluff? Calling me out. Knowing I couldn't force him like that. Not when it came to sex.. I wasn't that crazy. But this didn't mean I didn't want it, though. I had to keep myself in check for a reason. That side of me.. God, it almost slipped through.
